(no subject)
i am so sick of my life. today i woke up, ran errands for my mom, came home, straightened her hair, ran some more errands, and came home again. i have half an hour before i have to go to work. what the hell kind of saturday is this? i'm so unsatisfied with the way this summer is progressing. i really don't think i'll be able to keep this up for 2 more months.
i called andrew. it was really good to talk to him. we chatted for a little bit, and then i mentioned that we should do something together. he agreed. he said he usually works during the day on weekdays, and i told him that i was working every night until i leave...today was obviously out of the question and tomorrow is father's day, so i suggested that we do something after i come back. he said he'd call me. i kind of know that he won't. god i hate myself.
i called andrew. it was really good to talk to him. we chatted for a little bit, and then i mentioned that we should do something together. he agreed. he said he usually works during the day on weekdays, and i told him that i was working every night until i leave...today was obviously out of the question and tomorrow is father's day, so i suggested that we do something after i come back. he said he'd call me. i kind of know that he won't. god i hate myself.